Candlelight flickers in the bedroom. A tall, slender 40'ish woman reclines on the bed, wearing a black lace camisole. Around her waist is a black lace garter belt, the silk straps leading to sheer stockings. A tiny silk thong covers her most intimate area. Open-toe pumps on her feet complete the ensemble. Her dark brown hair frames a beautiful face, painted with deep red lipstick and dark mascara. On the bedside table, a bottle of wine chills in an ice bucket. Beside it, there are two glasses. One is empty, wearing the smudges of lipstick on its rim. The other is full, untouched for the time being. Feeling the results of the wine, Pam (the woman on the bed) reflects on the events of the day. She awoke in the arms of her live-in maid, Tanya, after a night of passionate lovemaking. She had not intended for this to happen. Her husband, John, had gone away for the weekend on business. She had planned to spend the weekend relaxing, but fate had stepped in and changed her plans. Now, with her husband away, she had taken a younger female lover. After waking to the sight of a naked, 20'ish, African-American woman in her bed, they had spent a lazy day together, making love. The highlight of the morning was taking the girl on the kitchen counter. Her dark skin against the cool marble countertop had aroused Pam in an unexpected manner. She had spent a long, delicious hour licking the girl slowly, until she came in a quivering orgasm. The young woman returned the favor by having Pam bend over the same counter, licking and nibbling her from behind. In a moment of kinky revelation, Tanya even took a banana from a nearby fruit bowl and inserted it into her employer's hot wet vagina. Working the fruit in and out of the woman, Tanya relished in her loud moans of pleasure. Midway through the afternoon, Pam had gotten a naughty idea. With the house all to themselves, she and Tanya would play-out a fantasy. An innocent fantasy that would provide a long night of passion.
She had sent the girl out with list of items to retrieve for their evening. While Tanya was out, Pam took the time to get ready. She took a long hot bath, making sure to pamper her lithe body. Lotions and perfumes were applied, lingerie was chosen, and make-up was finished. Now, she waits for her lover.
With the list that Pam had given Tanya now complete, the young woman drove home. An anxious feeling of anticipation fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It was nearly dusk when she pulled into the driveway. Carrying the bags into the entryway, she found a pair of strappy black heels with a note attached.
"Get the silver serving tray from the china cabinet and place the items on it. Change into the outfit that I've hung in your room, along with these heels and come to my room."
Doing as she was told, Tanya hurried to the dining room. She emptied the bags and placed the items on the tray. Her mind raced as she imagined how each would be used. Separately, each had its own purpose; a coil of soft cotton rope, wooden clothes pins, a feather duster, and a long string of faux pearls. Grouped together, they became the playthings for a kinky evening.
Placing the tray on a table at the bottom of the steps, Tanya retrieved the heels and walked to her room. She gave a light gasp when she saw what was hanging on the doorknob. A French maids outfit, complete with white, lace-topped stockings and little white cap awaited her. Trying to control her shallow breathing, the young woman quickly showered and dressed for her employer. Before taking a last look in the mirror, Tanya dabbed a touch of cologne behind her ear and between her breasts. The maid's outfit was obviously from Pam's lingerie collection, because it was a little to long for her, but the smaller bust size caused her larger breasts to bulge over the top, creating cleavage that would make anyone look twice.
Tanya got the tray and made her way up the steps, being careful to balance herself on the high heels. Taped to the door of the bedroom was another note.
"I am the mistress of this house and you are my maid. When you enter my bedroom, you'll obey my every command and submit to my every whim."
With a trembling hand, Tanya gave the briefest of knocks.
"Come in" Pam replied in a low purr.
Opening the door, the young woman saw her mistress reclining on the bed.
Smiling, Tanya entered the room and said, "You called for me, ma'am?"
"Did you bring what I told you?"
"Yes."
"Put the tray down on the dresser and show me."
Trying to be coy, Tanya held each item up for her mistress's approval.
"Good. Now, bring the pearls to me." Pam commanded. Tanya did as she was told.
Walking to the edge of the bed, she held the pearls out. Taking the pearls from her maid with a long lingering touch, Pam smiled. Holding the pearls by each end, she slowly ran them over her body, first between her breasts, them down across her soft belly. Tanya watched the woman, wondering what she would do next. Lifting a knee and rolling onto her side, Pam threaded the pearls between her legs, with one hand in front and the other behind her, dragging the pearls back and forth across the crotch of her silk panties; she moaned a sexy little moan.
"Do you like watching me?" Pam asked. Tanya nodded her head.
In an effort to please both herself and her maid, Pam worked the pearls harder and harder across her panties.
"Kiss me" Pam commanded. Tanya did as she was told. Lips touched and tongues played together. Tanya's hand went to her employer's breast. Pulling away suddenly, Pam reprimanded the girl.
"Do not touch me unless I tell you. That's your only warning. If it happens again, you'll be punished." Pam said in mock sternness.
"Yes, ma'am," Tanya whispered.
"I see you've dressed in your uniform. Turn around for me." Pam purred, still working the pearls across herself.
Tanya turned her back to her employer. Letting go of the pearls for a moment, Pam lifted the girl's frilly skirt.
